This is kind of a retake of the book "The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold
Obviously using the Sydney and Vaughn characters but the plot is going to be different …and for any of you Liason people this probably looks familiar.
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with ABC or the book and I do not own the characters of Alias so please don't sue me!
~*~ Stained Red Roses~*~
The mornings are always a bit cold; just enough to send shivers through your body and make your toes feel numb. That's the first thing I noticed when I got here. Sure it's not all it's cracked up to be but its what I wanted it to be. That's how it works doesn't it?
It was morning and the sun was just rising. The sunrises here are always brighter and more colorful accenting the newly scattered clouds. I always loved sunrises because they were always different each morning. Sometimes it was brighter and sometimes it just sat there like it refused to rise above. It was like wiping the slate clean, starting a new day, a new morning. This morning it was a bright orange color just above the horizon line. I sat down in the plush sofa seat near the window and watched the sun rise, like I always did. Sometimes my Mom would come over and watch the sun rise with me. When I first got here, I actually missed her. I drank a sip of the hot chocolate sitting at the old antique wooden table near the oven. I never liked coffee, it always had that horrible distinct taste of dirty water. The coffee here was no better. My mom used to laugh at me when I was little and would try to sneak a sip of hers. I thought that it would taste like rich foreign chocolate from Paris cause it looked brown and had a delicious aroma. You could say that I was fairly disappointed when I took a quick sip and spat it out claiming that it was poisoned. Those were the good days with my Mom. Yes, the word "Mom" actually has meaning to me now. It doesn't hurt anymore to look back on the memories and there is no pain in going forward. For when it is all said and done you only have one Mother and one time to live.
When I was recruited by SD-6, it gave me that family I never had and that sense of belonging that I needed in my life. It was the one thing that I could actually play back on and say it was fulfilling even though now I know the truth and all truths if you believe in that kind of stuff. It saved my from myself and despair. It saved me from becoming depressed and lonely. It made me happy. It gave me a purpose, even though it was a wrong one it kept me going and well. But in spite of it all it wasn't that bad, I learned self-reliance at a young age and could only depend on myself and one other person, the one who changed my life… Vaughn
…The sun has fully risen and I can see the roses just starting to pop up above the windowsill. The daffodils are wilting a little and the morning lilies are blooming despite the lack of rain. I can see clearly through the window and as I look at my garden I think back to that beautiful park I visited last month, where the butterflies and hummingbirds sang in harmony, where there were aborigines of flowers and trees everywhere…and where I was murdered.
This is my story…